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Beaten To Pieces

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Beaten To Pieces

The thugs used their brute strength to inflict injury. They meant to do major hurt to their victim. Most of them didn’t even know the man. They didn’t care. They were professional killers. They were just carrying out orders from their boss.

Someone hit him in the face. Another smashed him on top of his head. Blood ran freely down his face and was smeared all over his cheeks.

Then the real beatings began. They hit him. They hit him again. Then they hit him some more. They beat him till his flesh turned black and blue. His arms had horrible bruises. His bruised back and sides looked like a slab of freshly butchered meat. His body was a bloody mess from the beating he took. It was as if they had beaten him to pieces.

His hands were tied. His legs were so weakened he could barely stand. He wasn’t very old either. He looked young, maybe early thirties or so.

That they wanted him to die was apparent. No one could believe this was really happening! He was a good man. Yet they were beating him to a bloody pulp. It was almost like they wanted this to be a public spectacle. They didn’t care if anyone watched them beat him senseless or not.

He was totally surrounded by his enemies. There was no one willing to come to his aid. It was just a matter of time.

Why were they doing this?

Where were the authorities?

Someone wanted him dead, real dead.

The bystanders were frozen in their tracks.

They all knew if they intervened, they would be beaten next.

Grown men winced with each blow as the looked at him. Mothers shielded their children’s eyes from the view. They didn’t want their little innocent eyes seeing such a terrible sight.

Bruises covered what the crowd could see of his body. They were deep ones too. Every bruise seemed to be smeared with blood. He looked a mess.

If they were going to kill him, why not do it? Why just bloody and bruise his body up like this? What was the point?

Really, What Was Point? Isaiah 53:5 Was The Point!

Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Bruise: A primitive root (compare <H1794> (dakah)); … (literal or figurative) :- beat to pieces, break (in pieces), bruise….”

Strong’s Greek & Hebrew Dictionary.

Over 700 years before Jesus Christ was born, Isaiah prophesied that the Savior would allow Himself to not only die for our sins, but to be bruised, and to be ‘beaten to pieces.’ Why? It was for our iniquities.

Now Then…

When the enemy of our soul says that we have sinned too bad to ever be forgiven, remember His bruises. He allowed Himself to be ‘beaten to pieces’ for our iniquities. He went through that so you would know He loved you enough to always forgive you.

Thank You Jesus!

 

Written by Martyn Ballestero

October 13, 2011 at 12:59 am

Posted in Forgiveness, Love

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  1. Yes. Thank You, Jesus. You are my friend.

    BJ

    October 13, 2011 at 1:04 am

  2. Oh how He loved you and me, oh how He loved you and meee, He gave His life what more could He give, oh how He loved you, oh how He loved me, oh how He loved you and me!!!!! Thank you Bro Ballestero, it always refreshens our memories and strengthens our desire to see souls won to the kingdom, when we’re reminded what our Lord suffered for us!!!!

    Nancy Cole

    October 13, 2011 at 8:57 am

  3. ANd He did that for me!

    Crystal Smith (Morris)

    October 13, 2011 at 9:33 am

  4. “Wow” Not the Ending I Expected !!! It’s Frightening and Sad what God took for Us but we should be oh so Thankful !! Jesus is Just Someone Amazing !!

    Jewels

    October 13, 2011 at 10:12 am

  5. I never want to take my Saviour for granted. To think of all He endured so that we can be saved.
    I thank Him every day! We are so loved. Thank You Precious Jesus!

    Patsy

    October 13, 2011 at 2:43 pm

  6. I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. That He really loves me that much is amazing/.

    Nila Marxer

    October 15, 2011 at 11:18 am


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